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My friend, Ted, is one talented bastard. Look what he left in my email inbox for me today.



That's just about the coolest thing I've ever seen. It's surreal to me that I can imagine something and then, lo, your talented friends make it happen a day later. I have very talented friends.

Also, that Whiskey has got to have a pretty dry taste to it. I mean, it's got that charming British guy on it, so it's got to be smooth and English-tasting, right? Liquid Toffee. And floating in each bottle, like GoldSchlager flakes, you would find three authentic, Mr.B-flavored chest hairs. Who wouldn't want to pick those out of their teeth after downing a bottle of this fine, fine whiskey?

Hilarious.

Thanks, Ted. You really DO rock the house.

Cheers,
Mr.B